done with having dreams [xiomar]

Here came her faithful guard, returning from his ventures to scout out the surrounding areas. The rhythmic thump of paws was accompanied by masculine musk. The tang of blood soon mingled with his scent, and she opened her eyes. Mottled form strutted closer, and the male clasped a small deer in his jaws. He stopped short before her, dipping into a small bow. She lifted her head, offering him a broad smile. "My apologies most honorable shaman, I did not mean to delay. Might we be taking the young Divo to the motherland?" he said, offering the young doe to her.

"Thank you, dear Xiomar." she murmured, bracing one paw over its ribs. The stain of gore, and the gaping hole in its chest, showed that he had been learning well. Every now and again, an offering to the divine mother and father was appropriate. "I would prefer to spend more time here, and determine whether the gods are present or not." She said softly, glancing towards the pool where the falls gathered. Rarely did she ever glean any premonitions from pools, but one could always hope. That had been the speciality of one of the coastal shamans she had met once. "Милостивый мы из Велеса." She whispered, before tearing some of the cooling flesh away from the carcass.

It was only once she had finished her mouthful that she spoke again. "Have you found anything of interest thus far? I would love to hear of your ventures." She questioned, raising a brow to him.